022: In Which Los Angeles is a Journalist's Best Friend
Greetings from the best hotel service that money can buy here in sunny California! Not my money, mind you; it took some networking and just a tiny bit of coercing a couple of my peers that flying cross-country really wasn't in their best interests, but I'm here on the dime of one of my favorite papers with the promise that everything I cover out here's exclusive to them. It's an absolute goldmine out here, of course; I'd up and move out here if not for the fact that I'm fairly certain that's an impossibility. My sincerest apologies for not saying a word up until now for the most part, but journalism waits for no man, woman, or ex-goddess and like hell was I going to miss out on the stuff that's gone on for the past two weeks.
Anyway, big day tomorrow but I just wanted to check in and check up on you kids; I'll be back by week's end anyway, so drop a line if you've got something worth saying. Nemesis, Pseudologos... well, "wish you were here" is a little extreme, but something like that. And as for the rest of you... well, enjoy New York (I heard you might be getting rain today, what a pity!). And if you ask really nicely perhaps the paper can find it in its heart and budget to get you something halfway-decent. Possibly bootleg CDs and t-shirts, I should be neck-deep in people selling those tomorrow. Ciao!
Anyway, big day tomorrow but I just wanted to check in and check up on you kids; I'll be back by week's end anyway, so drop a line if you've got something worth saying. Nemesis, Pseudologos... well, "wish you were here" is a little extreme, but something like that. And as for the rest of you... well, enjoy New York (I heard you might be getting rain today, what a pity!). And if you ask really nicely perhaps the paper can find it in its heart and budget to get you something halfway-decent. Possibly bootleg CDs and t-shirts, I should be neck-deep in people selling those tomorrow. Ciao!